#Chapter181

Mine

Circe McNaught

Once more, I sit on the far back of the classroom. Most of my attention on the chirping birds that sang melodiously as they sat on the branch of a tall tree beside the small window. A lover’s quarrel maybe.

Their playful bickering drew me more than the human that stood by the front of the classroom seeking to hold all the knowledge on history. Their history.

I have lived almost half a century. So, I myself have attained quite a lot of knowledge on histories. Stories that they don’t even know about. Of creatures that lives amongst them. With them.

Me being one of them....